Friday, March 7, 2014

They Call Me Superman by Michael Goffinet: Guest Post and Excerpt

GUEST POST

They Call Me Superman

The prologue opened with a spaceship crashing into the Atlantic around 500 B.C. It carried a team of engineered humans from the planet Gloratory, which landed on Earth fifteen years earlier and integrated into society to monitor the progress of mankind. The leader of the team, Commander Tallaios, fell in love with a native woman and had a son, but a series of events forced him to abandon his mission, leaving behind his wife and child. An immortal child with super-human strength.

Who are these mysterious visitors?

Over two thousand years later, Marcus Evans was born with supernatural strength. His strength leads to the nickname Superman. After his fiancée was killed in the terrorist plot on 9/11, he joined the Army Rangers with his best friend Charlie Washington They become a two man assassin team known as The Ghost Team. After several successful assassinations of Al-Qaeda senior members, they are set-up and captured by Al-Qaeda. Though they escape from the grips of Al-Qaeda, they remain on their kill list.

After their stint with the Army Rangers Marcus and Charlie go back home to a large compound in Denver owned by reclusive billionaire Robert Sinclair. They first met Robert at the age of sixteen when Marcus' mom, Kimberly, was hired as his personal assistant. Unbeknownst to them, Robert has many secrets, one of which, is that he is the leader of the Angel Society. A group of influential people who are dedicated to protect mankind from themselves. Robert recruits Marcus and Charlie to fight for the Angel Society. After much deliberation, they accept.

August 2012 is a month that Marcus will never forget. He and Charlie enter a journey of nonstop action. Starting with an attack by Al-Qaeda on his birthday weekend in Las Vegas and ending with the discovery of a spaceship at the bottom of the Atlantic, which unlock secrets that will shock him to his very core. Secrets that Robert has been hiding his entire life.

Marcus Evans is a new kind of super hero.Born with superhuman strength, he is compelled to join the Army Rangers, where his abilities create an unique assassin against the war on terror.After his stent with the Rangers, he joins forces with reclusive billionaire, Robert Sinclair, who has been his mentor and father-figure since the age of sixteen.A whirlwind of action-packed adventures lead Marcus to the discovery of an alien spaceship that unlock secrets about his life, which will shock him to his very core, secrets that Robert has been hiding his entire life.

EXCERPT

First
Chapter:

500
BC

Captain Patteleo’s face was a cloud of concern. A cold sweat
broke out just below his hairline and panic pounded in his temples. They were
going to die. “Commander, we’ve lost power. The fire fatally damaged the
control panel.”

“I don’t know,
but the ship is descending at a rapid pace. If I don’t get the power back on,
we’ll hit the ocean in minutes.”

“Turn on the
tracking device.” The tracking device was located on top of the ship and had
its own power source that could last centuries. At least
our people can locate our ship and recover our research, he
thought.

Their ship
struck the water at eight hundred miles an hour. The impact was so powerful
that a spray of white water soared a hundred feet into the air, sending the
team hurtling through the ship, violently crashing into walls and equipment.
When Commander Tallaios regained consciousness, he lay in a fog. What
happened? He looked around, but the room was spinning and his head
was throbbing. He squinted his eyes in confusion. Nothing made sense. The
control panel was hanging from the roof upside down. Then his memories came
flooding back—the fight, the blast, the fire, and then the crash. He realized
the ship had landed upside down. The ramifications hit him like a bolt of
lightning. The tracking device won’t be able to emit a signal.

He clenched
his teeth and slammed his fist down hard in frustration. Now
the mission’s a complete failure. He closed his eyes in disappointment.
He thought about the other team members. He needed to search for survivors. He
struggled to get up, but his legs wouldn’t budge. He lay back down in despair.
Probably a broken back. “Can anyone hear me?” he yelled. No answer. Maybe
no one else survived.

He sighed
heavily in acceptance. He was going to spend the remainder of his short life
entombed two miles down at the bottom of the ocean. He had nothing to do but
think—think about how horribly wrong everything went.

***

The citizens on Commander Tallaios’ planet, Gloratory, had
almost destroyed themselves on four separate occasions during their
billion-plus years of existence. The leaders of Gloratory decided to populate
otherplanets with their species in order to protect their race from extinction.

The leaders
developed an embryo that replicated their original species. They wanted each
planet to start from the beginning. The scientists on his planet were
enthralled with the idea. They were curious how each planet would develop on
its own, without any outside assistance. The commander and his team traveled
two hundred thousand light years to monitor the progress of their species on
this new planet. The third planet from the star Sorlurim—the planet the natives
called Earth. They landed in a country called Greece.

His team
consisted of four other members. Lieutenant Scarliea was the science officer
and at almost seven hundred fifty years old, the eldest member of the team.
Captain Patteleo was five hundred thirty-two years old and the chief physician
on the ship. Sergeant Hipotipus was the ship’s engineer. She was three hundred
two years old and the only female member of the team. This was her first
project away from Gloratory. For one hundred years, she ran Encol Enterprises,
their planet’s main manufacturer of ships. She gave it all up to partake in
this unprecedented assignment. The commander’s assistant was Hermes Hindoura.
At one

hundred forty-two years old, he was the youngest member of
the crew. Hermes would remain on the ship while the other four transported down
to the planet.

All four men
looked very similar. They were between six feet three and six feet five inches
tall, olive-skinned, well muscled, with short, thick, black hair. The genetic
engineers who produced people on his planet realized thousands of years ago
that people needed only a minimal

amount of fat to survive in a world with an unlimited food
supply. Since muscle is much more efficient, the men and women were built very
muscular with almost no body fat. Sergeant Hipotipus was five feet eight inches
tall and slender. She had long, black, curly hair that ran down her neck. All
five members looked between thirty and forty years old.

After landing
safely on the planet, Commander Tallaios and his team studied the language and
culture of the natives for five months before Hermes transported everyone down
to the planet. The team integrated into society as scholars from Egypt. The
commander quickly fell in love with a woman named Andrea. She was smart and
beautiful, but it was her great heart the commander loved most. He married Andria. Then they had a
child.

The team quickly learned not to drink the fluid the natives
called alcohol. One time, during an outside feast, Captain Patteleo quickly
gulped down a glass of liquid that he thought was water but was proven wrong by
the bitter taste. Alcohol flooded his system, transforming this usually placid
man into a rude, obnoxious person. He stumbled into a strongman contest where
the contestants try to knock out a donkey. Most of the contestants hurt
themselves more than the donkey. The captain sauntered over and pushed
contestants away then hit the donkey in the

head. The donkey collapsed on its side, causing the
surrounding crowd to gasp. The commander ran over and pulled him away, thankful
the crowd was small. Captain Patteleo later said he didn’t remember a thing.

Commander
Tallaios was amazed at how far the primitive natives had come. Sure, there were
a small percentage of people who were violent and cruel, but the majority were
kind and giving. He became the village blacksmith after the old one passed
away. Captain Patteleo and

Lieutenant Scarliea bought a farm just outside of town and
Sergeant Hipotipus worked at the local school.

Years went by
and everything went perfectly—until the natives changed. The Athens government dramatically raised taxes
to build a fleet of ships to protect them from King Darius’ Persian army. The
economy fell into a depression. Many of the people, who seemed loving

and caring a year before, were now hostile and selfish. He
remembered studying Gloratory’s history and knew that his ancestors reacted the
same way when resources became limited. People show their true nature during
difficult times.

The villagers
maimed and killed each other over food and money. Crime shot up dramatically. Athens sent soldiers to
the village in an attempt to bring an end to the civil unrest. The soldiers
came through, killing or arresting villagers for the slightest infractions.
Some were

labeled “demons” then were stoned to death by their own
people. The soldiers would sit around laughing and betting on how long the
demon would last.

One day,
Commander Tallaios witnessed a young lady, no older than eighteen, being
stoned. He desperately wanted to stop it, but he knew his mission was more
important than one person. His heart broke as he watched the people he called
friends, the people he ate and laughed with, the people he made swords, plows,
and axes for, turn into frenzied animals. They were actually cheering as the
young lady was pelted with rocks. Later, he learned the young lady was raped by
one of the soldiers and when she complained to the soldier’s captain, the
soldier claimed he didn’t want to lie with her, but the young lady bewitched
him, taking away his control. The captain believed this was possible as he too
felt the strong pull of lust from her. The captain labeled her a demon and

her penalty was death.

The team met
at Commander Tallaios’ house. His eyes were sad with distress. “I can’t believe
how easily these people turned into heathens.”

“I had such
high hopes. Based on the twelve years we’ve been here, it seemed as if they
were progressing at a far superior rate than our ancestors,” Sergeant Hipotipus
remarked.

“I say we
recommend killing every last one of them and start over,” Captain Patteleo
suggested, his eyes turning cold.

“I think
that’s a little extreme, Captain. Besides, it’s our
nature. Do you actually believe the next batch would be any
better? We should have done what I suggested, which was to populate the planet
with current people from our planet,” the sergeant replied.

“What did they
say to your suggestion?” the commander inquired.

“They were
kind of cryptic. They said that a child must be a child before it can be an
adult. They didn’t explain what they meant, but I suspect they meant that the
people of this world needed to go through their own experiences and arrive at their
own conclusions. Basically, they are now children, but someday, like us, will
grow up and become adults.”

They were
startled by a scream from outside. They ran to the window. Outside, a soldier
was on top of a frantic woman. She was screaming for help, her hands flailing
in panic. Lieutenant Scarliea
opened the door to leave. The commander placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Don’t.
There is nothing we can do.”

The lieutenant
swiped away the hand. His jaw tightened, his nostrils flared, and when he spoke,
his voice growled. “I’m not going to sit here while a woman gets raped.” He
walked out the door as the others anxiously watched. He pulled the soldier off
the woman. “Stop, you

barbarian!”

The soldier
went wide-eyed with surprise; then anger covered his face. “You dare to touch a
soldier of Athens?”

Lieutenant
Scarliea put his hands up with his palms out, attempting to calm the soldier.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just leave the lady alone.”

The soldier
picked up his spear. “I’ll arrest you for your treachery.”

The lieutenant
kept his hands up. “Just remain calm. I’m going to take the young lady and
we’ll all go our separate ways.” As he bent sideways to help the woman, the
soldier plunged his spear into the lieutenant’s side. Lieutenant Scarliea felt
a searing pain and crumpled to the ground.

Commander
Tallaios watched in stunned silence as the soldier thrust his spear into the
side of the lieutenant. “Nooooo!” he screamed as he ran at the soldier.

Color drained
from the soldier’s face when he saw a big man running at him. He immediately
tried to pull the spear from the lieutenant for protection but wasn’t quick
enough. The commander grabbed the soldier by the neck. The soldier struggled,
but to no avail. The commander lifted him in the air with one hand and threw
him like a rag doll hard against a brick wall.

The soldier
hit the wall with a sickening thud and fell to the ground dead, leaving behind
a crimson stain on the wall. The other members of the team dashed to their
fallen team member. Captain Patteleo bent down and put his ear on the
lieutenant’s chest. He looked back up at the team, his face twisted in anguish.
“He’s got a pulse, but his lungs are filling up with blood. The spear must have
punctured a lung. We have to get him to the ship immediately or he will die.”

The commander
scanned the area. There were at least a dozen people watching the mayhem. He
wasn’t happy about what he had to do, but what choice did he have? He put his
finger in his ear. “Hermes, come in. Hermes, are you there?”

“I’m here,
Commander.”

“I need
immediate transport.”

“Yes,
Commander.”

“And Hermes,
please prepare sick bay for an arrival.” He removed his

finger from his ear. The commander and his team disappeared
into thin

air.

They arrived
in the transport room and carried the lieutenant to sick bay. The captain
removed the lieutenant’s tunic, preparing him for observation. The commander
leaned against the wall, his eyes somber, his lips pressed tight with concern.
“How does it look?”

“I don’t
know,” the captain responded. “I’m getting ready to look.” Captain Patteleo
grabbed a small portable device and held it over Lieutenant Scarliea’s chest.
He pushed a button on the side of the device and a beam flashed out. He hovered
the device over the lieutenant. He pushed the button again and the beam
disappeared. “Just what I thought. The spear punctured all the way through the
lung. I can stop the bleeding and keep him alive, but I can’t repair the lung
with the equipment we have on board.”

The commander
sighed deeply, worried for his friend’s life. “Should we

give him a Shot of Life?” His mind darted to the
information he’d long

known about The Shot of Life, the 200 cc’s of Interfiller.
Each team member had three shots of the drug on board. Interfiller was designed
using each team member’s DNA. It literally rebuilt their body. There was
nothing it couldn’t repair as long as it was injected before the heart stopped.
They called it the Shot of Life. The only down side was it required two weeks
of induced coma to recover completely.

“I don’t think
we have a choice, Commander.”

“Fine, then do
it.”

Commander Tallaios paced the sick bay,
wondering how to save the mission. Then a thought occurred to him. What
if they come looking for him? Would they hurt his family? He
realized he needed to get to his house. He pushed a button on the wall.
“Hermes, meet me in the transport room.”

“Yes,
Commander.”

He found
Hermes waiting for him in the transport room. “Hermes, I need you to transport
me down to my house.”

“Commander,
shouldn’t you take someone with you? No one ever goes alone.”

“I’ll be fine.
I’m sure our cover has been blown anyway, and I need to make sure my family is
safe.”

The commander
transported down to his house. Andrea lay on the bed sobbing, her chest heaving.
“Andrea, what’s wrong?”

She looked up
and ran to him, burying her face in his chest. “They took him. Those pigs took
our son.”

He held her
tight, his eyes filled with confusion. “Who took him?”

“The soldiers.
They said he was a demon.” Her lips quivered as she tried to get her words out.
“You know what they do to demons. You have to stop them!”

His face
contorted in fury. “You can bet I will.” It’s
time to teach these heathens a lesson.

When
he entered the village, he could hear people yelling. “Die, demon!” When he
turned the corner, his eyes grew big and he stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t
believe what he saw. His sweet, perfect son was tied to a stake and a dozen or
more people were throwing stones at him. Six soldiers stood by laughing at the
event. People can’t be this evil. A
heat of rage seared through him.

“Stop
it!” He screamed so loud that silence filled the air. Everyone
turned. The soldiers tightened, preparing for battle.

The lead
soldier spoke. “This is a demon and he must be killed.”

The
commander’s voice grew loud and authoritative. “He is not a demon. He is my son
and you will stop throwing stones at him!”

The lead
soldier took a step towards him. “Ah, your son; so you’re the one who killed my
soldier.”

“Your pathetic
soldier was raping a woman.”

“Liar!”
the leader shouted. “Your son is a demon and you’re
probably one as well.”

The
commander’s fists knotted into balls; he glared at the leader with steely eyes.
“I warn you, I will destroy this place if you all don’t leave now!”

The leader
chuckled and waved his arm confidently. “Your son, the demon, was overwhelmed
by six soldiers. Do you actually believe you can handle my soldiers and all of
these people?”

Everyone
stared at the commander with cautious eyes.

The commander
narrowed his gaze and tightened his jaw. “If you take one more step, you will
find out.”

The crowd’s
eyes turned toward the leader.

The leader
chuckled again and took another step.

Commander
Tallaios pointed his hand at the leader, sending a pulse of white light leaping
out and ripping through him. The air filled with screams of horror as the
leader collapsed to the ground and the crowd fled in a wild frenzy, trampling
each other in the process. Enraged, the

commander let loose wild bolts of light from his hand,
killing those who weren’t fast enough to flee. The sky ignited as the lightning
storm continued. When it finally ended, silence descended; smoke clouded the
village and remnants of demolished buildings lay scattered on the ground.

Commander Tallaios
untied his son. He was barely conscious, his body battered. It didn’t seem as
if he was going to make it. Tears welled up in the commander’s eyes as he
cradled his son in his arms. He raised his hand and put a finger in his ear.
“Hermes, I need transport,” he said, his voice cracking from emotion.

When the
commander arrived in the transport room with his son in his arms, Hermes’ face
froze in surprise. “Commander, what are you doing? You can’t bring him here!
How did he even survive the transport?”

“Remember,
he’s my son. He has my DNA running through him.”

“I guess
you’re right,” she muttered softly.

“I’m bringing
him to sick bay. Can you ask Captain Patteleo to meet me there?”

She nodded in
submission.

The commander
carried his son to sick bay and laid him on the bed next to Lieutenant
Scarliea.

The captain
was waiting for him. “My God, what happened to him?”

Anger remained
on the commander’s face. “Those savages stoned him.”

The captain’s
eyes grew wide, clearly surprised by the comment. “Stoned
him! For what possible reason?”

“They were
looking for me. They were hurting Andrea and he protected her. So they arrested
him and were stoning him when I arrived.”

“Let me look
at him.” He grabbed the same small device he used on the lieutenant and scanned
the boy’s body. “Wow, they did some serious damage.”

“Is he going
to survive, Captain?”

The captain
shrugged and let out a sigh. “I don’t know. He has six fractured ribs and one
of them did some damage to his heart. If the splintered rib had plunged into
his heart another eighth of an inch, he would have died. He also has a
concussion with some water build-up in

his brain.”

Commander
Tallaios rubbed his eyes.

The captain
clasped his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Commander. I wish I had better news.”

The commander
sat down and hung his head. My son can’t die. He
thought long and hard, frantic for a solution. A sparkle of hope danced in his
eyes. He glanced up, “Why can’t we give him one of my Shots of Life?”

The captain
turned to him with raised eyebrows. “Look, I know how desperately you want him
to survive, but you know we can’t do that.”

“Why not? He
has my DNA. I remember reading somewhere that in theory Interfiller is
interchangeable as long as you share DNA.”

The captain
massaged his temples. “I don’t know. It may work, but you know we can’t do it.”

“Are you
worried about the ramifications?”

“Hell
yes! Aren’t you?”

“Come on, you
know he’s a great kid.”

“Commander,
you knew it was a risk bringing a child into this world who would be so vastly
superior. We turned a blind eye because of his limited life span. But if he
gets this shot he would become immortal. His dying cells will be replaced with
the exact same number of living cells

every time, without fail, just like ours. Once he reaches
the age of thirty, like us, he will never age. We can't risk having someone
with his abilities roaming this planet forever. He could rule this world,” the
captain responded, his teeth clenched, his voice indignant.

Commander
Tallaios stood with renewed vigor, desperate to plead his case. “I understand,
but you know he’s not like that. He’s extremely moral and kind-hearted. He
inherited our superior thought process and his mother’s generous heart.”

The captain
shook his head. “I’m not saying he would, but can we risk it?”

“Let’s call a
team meeting and take a vote. Can you round everyone up and tell them what has
happened?”

The captain
nodded.

They met in
the conference room. “Commander, we’re all so sorry for what has happened,”
Sergeant Hipotipus said.

“Thank you all
so much. Now, before we vote, I want to propose an option to you. What if we
give my son the Shot of Life, and then once he has recovered, we can give him
all the physical and psychological tests you want to ensure he’s not a danger
to the future of this planet.”

“And what if
he doesn’t pass? We can’t just kill him,” Sergeant Hipotipus said, mortified at
the suggestion.

“We’ll bring
him with us,” the commander countered.

“He’d never
survive the travels,” the captain responded.

“He may. There
is probably a fifty-fifty chance he would survive,” the commander replied.

The captain
nodded. “I agree.”

“Well, I would
rather take that risk, then a one hundred percent chance of him dying.”

The room fell
silent for a moment.

Sergeant
Hipotipus folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. I’ll agree to those terms.”

“Me too,” the
captain and Hermes said at the same time.

“Plus,” the
commander added, “Lieutenant Scarliea will be better by then and we can hear
his thoughts on the matter as well.”

The commander
and the captain entered sick bay. The commander went over to his son, stroked
his hair, bent over and kissed his forehead.

The captain
grabbed one of the commander's Shot of Life vials and injected the potent serum
into his son. His son’s unconscious body shuddered slightly and then went
still.

Two weeks
later, the lieutenant and the commander's son woke up reborn, each strain of
DNA rebuilt to perfection. “Commander, your son’s awake,” the captain said into
the intercom.

The commander
walked to his son. His son looked up at him with confused eyes. “Father, did I
die?”

The
commander’s eyes teared as he stroked his son’s hair. “No, certainly not.”

His son looked
around. “Then where am I? This place looks strange.”

The commander
chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I guess it would.” He helped his son
from the bed. “You’ll feel a little weak for a while. Let’s get something to
eat. Then I will show you around.”

They began on
the deck. His son’s eyes grew big as he scanned the room. “Wow! Father, this is
unbelievable! What is it?”

“This is
called a spacecraft.”

“A spacecraft?
What’s a spacecraft?”

The commander
pursed his lips, worried about his son’s reaction. “Well, son, I was going to
tell you someday, but it appears today’s the day…. I’m not from this planet.”

His son’s
eyebrows lifted. “What? What
other planet is there besides Earth?”

He grabbed his
son’s hand. “I know this is confusing. There are billions and billions of other
planets.”

His son’s
eyebrows rose even higher. “Billions and billions?”

“That’s
right.”

“Does everyone
know that you are from another planet?”

They
probably do now, he thought. Over the next several
days, he told his son about the history of Gloratory, and how the shot saved
his life, and how he would no longer age after his thirtieth birthday. His son
had many questions, but the commander was pleasantly surprised at how well his
son handled the situation. He informed his son what a risk it was for someone
who is immortal with such superior strength and intelligence to roam the planet
and that even people with the highest character can succumb to the lust for
power.

His son looked
up at him, his eyes filled with sincerity. “Father, I promise that I will be
generous and loving like you and Mother, andnever use my power for bad
purposes.”

The
commander’s face glowed with pride. “Look, son, Hermes is going to come in and
give you a few tests and then each member of my team is going to talk to
you—just be honest.”

His son
nodded.

Soon, as
promised, Hermes entered. “Good afternoon, young man.”

“Hi, Hermes.
My father said you’re going to give me some tests.”

“That’s right.
Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

After the team
members had interviewed his son, they all gathered in the conference room.
Hermes distributed the results of the tests and each member studied them.

Commander
Tallaios cleared his throat. “Look, everyone, I know this is a difficult
decision. I realize that no matter how you vote, you’re doing what you believe
is best. I will hold no ill will

against anyone based on their vote today. You have my word
on that.” He paused then took a deep breath. “So let’s vote. I vote yes to
letting my son stay on this planet.” He looked to his right where Sergeant
Hipotipus sat with her fingers nervously drumming the table.

Tears formed
beneath her eyelids. “I’m so sorry, Commander. Your son is a remarkable young
man, but I vote no.”

The commander
reached over and touched her hand. “It’s okay. Sergeant. Hermes, what is your
vote?”

“I vote yes,
Commander.”

“Captain?”

The captain’s
lips pressed into a thin line. “I am sorry as well, Commander, but I vote no.”

“Very well,
Captain. That’s two yeses and two nos. It looks as if you’re the deciding vote,
Lieutenant.”

Everyone
turned towards the lieutenant. “Commander, I must say you have an incredible
son. I talked to him in-depth for over an hour. I can’t remember that far back,
but I seriously doubt I had such a great thought process at the age of twelve.
There is no doubt in my mind that he would do more good than harm—so my vote is
yes.”

The commander
closed his eyes, letting out a long breath, relief spreading through him.
“Thank you, everyone. I know it was a hard decision and hopefully there are no
hard feelings. We still need to decide on how to proceed going forward. There
is no doubt our cover has been

blown. Now we have to figure out the best way to present
ourselves. I believe our choices are these: tell them the truth, or convince
them we are either demons or gods.”

“I think
pretending we are gods, which should be fairly easy, could work to our
advantage,” Captain Patteleo interjected.

“How so?” the
commander questioned.

“People would
fear disappointing gods, so we demand they must be good and loving, otherwise
they will disappoint us.”

The commander remained
silent, considering the idea. “I like that plan. Hermes, I want you to give the
village a light show they’ll never forget.”

Hermes sent
brilliant lights from the ship into the sky. The top of the mountain
illuminated as if a volcano had exploded. Thousands of people followed the
lights to the base of the mountain. The team transported down in front of the
large crowd. There was a collective gasp and villagers staggered backwards,
astonished. They kneeled, kissed the ground, prayed for the gods’ forgiveness.

In a loud
baritone voice, Commander Tallaios said, “Rise.” The people rose. “We are gods
and have been living as humans among you for twelve years. This was a test to
see your true nature. The last few years you have failed that test.”

There were
moans and pleas of mercy. Rampant apologies permeated the air. The commander
continued in a stern, steady voice. “You must do better. We expect you to be
caring and loving to each other.” He raised his arm to the sky, as if
commanding a bolt of lightning to illuminate the field. When it did, the “gods”
disappeared.

Everything was
great for the first year; people were caring and loving to each other. After
that, the people began blaming the gods for every failure. If someone died, it
was the gods’ fault. If someone lost money, it was the gods’ fault. The
commander and his team tried to appease them by assisting where they could.
They created good weather when large storms hit. They healed people when they
became ill, but it would never be enough.

Then all hell
broke loose. A plague hit the village, killing thousands of people. The
commander and his team had no cure. The villagers blamed the gods for the
plague. They revolted against them for not ending it. They reverted back to
their old ways. The team came down with their lightning bolts, but it did
little good. The people didn’t care anymore.

They threw
stones and spears at the gods. The team didn’t get hurt and they could have
probably prevented the rioting and the stoning by killing a few villagers, but
they didn’t have the heart for it. It would be only a temporary solution.

The commander
realized the only thing that would change these people was time—time to evolve.
It had required his ancestors tens of millions of years and some genetic
engineering to evolve into the men and women they were today. He knew it was
time for them to leave. They could go to another part of the planet and start
over, but the results would be the same. They got what they came here for.
Another team would come back in a thousand years to monitor any progress. He
couldn’t bear the notion of leaving his son and wife, but he didn’t have a
choice.

Commander Tallaios sat hunched on the side of his bed. He
was sick with grief over the realization that he’d never see his wife and son
again. Saying goodbye was full of pain and tears. His son understood why his
father had to leave. He said that he would take care of his mother and be
responsible with the gift of immortality he had received.

The intercom
came on. “Commander, everyone is in the command

center.”

“Thanks,
Hermes.”

As he rose
from his bed he noticed a picture on his dresser. He studied the portrait and
smiled weakly. It was a photo of the day he graduated from the academy. It was
almost two hundred years old. He didn’t look any older, but he sure felt it. He
often looked at the picture as a reminder of how far he had come. This time,
however, he studied it with disappointment. The most important mission of his
life had not produced the success he’d expected. He frowned and placed the
picture back on the dresser.

He stepped out
of his room then walked down the narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor,
he waved his hand over the handprint on the wall. A door opened and he entered
the deck of the ship. Everyone greeted him and he sat down in the commander's
chair. “Sergeant, what’s our status?”

“We’ll be
ready for takeoff in thirty minutes, Commander.”

He nodded.

***

Commander
Tallaios’ thoughts drifted back to his deep-sea tomb. His nausea was
overwhelming and his head felt as if it was being squeezed in a vise—classic
symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning. It had been a few days since the crash
and he was sure the carbon monoxide in the air had reached toxic levels. His
eyelids became heavy; he began losing

consciousness. His last thoughts were for his son. He hoped
his son would survive in a world full of these weak-minded heathens.

Good
luck, Hercules.

About the Author:

Michael Goffinet was born and raised in Southern California. After earning his Masters of Health Administration degree, he worked in the health care industry for the last two decades.He currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada with his wife of twenty years and his teenage son. He is an avid golfer and when he’s not reading or writing he can be found on the golf course.

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